1. We had a thunderstorm, which meant that Black Dog spent the night in our bathroom trembling and saying to herself "PLEASE! NO! I'M NOT READY TO DIE!" Black Dog is afraid of many many many things (including cameras), but thunderstorms top the list of evil in her mind. They produce acid rain you know....
2. I went out to the mailbox yesterday evening and was greeted with this, which immediately made me feel terrible about myself:
|Really Your Big Backyard magazine? REALLY?|
What is next? Will someone be sending me leopard print sunglasses and hot pants, delivered by an attractive young UPS driver wearing a cross, a string of garlic and a chastity belt? Where will I put my hot flash medication if I am wearing hot pants? And finally: Why would this have meant nothing if my husband (who is almost oblivious to the fact that he is 10 1/2 years older than me) would have gotten the mail? Where is the male version of "cougar"? The hyena? I guess that would equate "dirty old man"....
So thanks, "Your Big Backyard" Magazine, for making all "older" mom's feel like filthy dirty antique whores. If only I could have topped out at 35.....and fuck you OBGYN for making 35 the magic number to qualify you as "advanced in years". Someone get me my crossword puzzle, reading glasses and Activia.
In other news:
We listed our living room furniture on Craigslist and sold it in less than three hours. The buyers will be picking it up this evening. I'm ecstatic.
Here is what we had:
|Plus a chair and ottoman that won't fit in my teensy weensy house.|
It has served us well, but is just too damn big for the house and
too soft for my old lady body. (read: they hurt my back.)
And the best part?...Guess what that means? Momma gets to go shopping, cash in hand, for some NEW living room furniture. WOOHOO!
I know exactly what I want. Here is an idea:
But then again, I've always been fond of living in a fantasy world! My mom fed my illness by buying me a subscription to Luxe Magazine. Way to be an enabler, mom.
Let me show you the cover of this month's issue:
It has so so much in common with my house.
Here is what happened in the five minutes that it took me to run the vacuum and put the vacuum back in the closet:
|This has Thing 2's prints all over it.|
|While this bears the trademark stamp of Thing 1. |
Seriously, I just cleaned this rug and room two seconds earlier.
|Both the Things blamed this guy. It looks like|
he bucked off his rider (who must have been playing
with the magnets scattered all over the floor...)
|My husband painted this as a child.|
Now it lives with us.
Isn't that sweet?
Bonus Points to anyone who can name
the MOVIE in which this bunny made
Happy Good Friday to all of you. May all your Easter wishes come true.
It's Good Friday and I forgot. Crap. I ate meat. I ate a lot.
Damn, I should write cards.
Peace, Love and Easter Bunnies,
P.S. I posted the red beans and rice recipe under the recipe page, just as promised!